Um. My sister is
demanding that I update this.
Pfft, thank her. xD ... and review.
Whee. YES.
The whole book was Dally's fault. YAY.
Chapter Twenty-Two
I awoke I-don't-know-how-many-days later, to find myself in a room that was... white. Really, really white. With a lady in white standing next to my bed. Well, after what had happened some number of days or hours, or even minutes ago, you know what my first thought was. I turned to the lady, confused.
"Uh... am I dead?"
The lady rolled her eyes, and I noticed she was wearing a nurse hat. Oh. Oh. I was in... a hospital? Wait. Shit. That can't be good. But where the hell was Johnny? And Ponyboy? And Dally, even? Where the hell was everyone? I hope I didn't miss them.
"No," the nurse said a little sternly. "But you have visitors."
She guestured to the other side of my bed and indeed, when I turned around there were seven greasers sitting by my bedside. (A/N: For some reason that line reminded me of 'Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs'. Lmao.) So I didn't miss them. Gooood... But how the fuck did we even get out of the church? Oh well, that wasn't important. What was important was that we were all fine... Well, I thought I was fine. That is, until I tried to sit up, and let out a shriek, before falling back into the pillows. It hurt that bad. I turned to the nurse, glaring at her.
"What the fuck?"
The nurse rolled her eyes again, and the first word that came to my mind was; 'bitch.' I was about to kill her if she didn't tell me what the fuck was going on. After all, I had a right to know, did I not?
Of course, it turned out that I'd either die or not walk... again.
Well, I wanted to fucking walk, but I also did not want to fucking die. I did not see the good side of this... situation. Well, I'd rather not be able to walk... so I was all for that.
"Whatever, I'll take not being able to walk. Er... work your magic? Whatever."
The nurse proceeded to look annoyed, and shook her head again. Then, she spoke to me. In a sarcastic voice, if I might add.
"It's not that easy, you know. And you don't get to choose."
Dally smirked, and I heard him mutter;
"I like this kid."
That was probably because I was a smartass, and probally reminded him just a tiny bit of himself. A more... insane version of himself, but still a smartass. I hadn't really thought much of me being like Dally... but whatever. Apparently it didn't seem like I cared that I could die, and I probably didn't. I usually don't see the 'danger' of things, or I just don't care. And right about now, I didn't care.
Ponyboy, being the negative person he is, turned to me.
"You don't care that you could die?"
Well, I think I did. A little bit. After all, who doesn't give a shit if they die or not? ... really, really depressed people (A/N: I doubt there was such thing as 'emo' in the 60's), or people that just plainly didn't give a shit. But I guess that I can pretend to be like Dally. I can pretend not give a shit.
"Um... maybe I don't. Wait, yes I do. Shutup Ponyboy, you're confusing me."
He gave me this 'whatever' look, and turned to look at the nurse.
"Can you tell what's... well... going to happen to her?"
The nurse frowned at him, and shook her head.
"Sheesh, I'm not a merical worker. Sorry kids." The she left, with one last roll of her eyes.
"Fuck you!" Dally called after her, but she didn't even look back.
Personally, I wouldn't call that out to someone. He'd probably get kicked out for that 'language'. I wasn't all that cooncerned about myself. What about Johnny? Would he go to jail? Or... not? Like, I didn't know if I wanted him to go to jail. I mean, look at Dally. I don't want Johnny to become like... him. Cold and bitter.
Darry turned to Dally, practically voicing my thoughts.
"Watch your mouth, or you're gonna get kicked out of here."
Dally rolled his eyes reminding me of that nurse. Then, ignoring Darry, he turned to me.
"How does it feel to be a hero?"
I glared at him, having no clue what he was talking about. But before I could reply, a newspaper was shoved in my face with all our faces on it. Pony's, Johnny's, Dally's and mine. Then the article below it was basically all about the Curtis'... a boys home... Wait, what the fuck? A boys home? That could only mean one thing.
"A FUCKING BOYS HOME?" I shrieked, earning myself a glare from one of the other patients.
Steve grinned.
"Naw, they don't do that kinda stuff to heroes."
I rolled my eyes.
"Whatever. They better not."
So the rest of the evening was basically just chit chat about shit that was happening, what could happen... yeah. It was actually a pretty depressing conversation. But as they were leaving, Darry stayed behind and told the rest of them to wait outside. I was confused, because me and Darry didn't really talk alot... Hell, the only ones I really talked to alot were Johnny, Ponyboy and Two-Bit. But here we were... and he was wearing a stern expression on his face.
"Rory, face it. You're probably gonna die. Stop trying to act like you don't care, because I, and everyone else for that matter, knows you do."
I sighed. Oookay, so he'd caught me.
"Well, I care because... I'm Johnny's girlfriend. The only one he has... except for you guys. But I know it'd be hard for him to get over if I died. I dunno, If I do die I don't want him to waste his life mourning and not take another chance at love. But something tells me he'd do that. He'd feel like he was betraying me if he dated another girl... It's weird. And stupid. Right?"
Darry shook his head.
"Seems like you know Johnny quite well."
I grinned and shook my head.
"I think you guys know him better than I do. I haven't even known him for a year."
"Yet... he loves you."
I nodded. I guess he did. So I'd fight to stay alive, and hopefully, I would.
I'd do it for Johnny.
YES.
DO IT FOR JOHNNY! But... yeah. I think
you'll be suprised at the
end. xD Lol I used to
confuse Darry and Dally when we were
reading
the book in school.
